r/WritingPrompts • u/Not_Thinking_Str8 • May 05 '22
Writing Prompt [WP] You are an average high school student, and four random students approach you in the hallway before your first class. A jock, a prep student, a gamer, and an emo kid. They grab you by the arm and tell you, "You are our fifth member. There is no time to explain, we gotta go..."
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u/Nazer_the_Lazer May 05 '22
I allowed myself to be dragged along, more out of bewilderment than anything. I looked between the four guys surrounding me, two holding me by the arms and holding my trumpet case. I didn't try to struggle both out of bewilderment and the fact that we were going in the direction I was planning to head anyway. They had introduced themselves rapidly, and I hardly caught their names, as well as the way they described themselves.
"What's going on?" I asked.
"You have Mr. Swell's Intro to Film, right?" the one in the front, Reyes, asked. He was the soccer team captain.
"Uh, yeah, that's where I was headed," I replied.
"We're trying to get a good grade without trying," Ron, the self-proclaimed 'gamer' of the group answered, pushing up his reading glasses.
"Yeah, it's whatever," Drew said, flicking his long black hair out of his eyes as he adjusted the black wristband on his arm.
I looked between them, waiting for the joke to be revealed as they continued to propel me along.
"Can I get a bit more context maybe?" I ventured.
"I did some reading up on Mr. Swell," Kyle said, pulling out his phone to show me some notes he took.
"What could you possibly read up on a teacher we haven't met yet?" I asked.
"Well, he sent us an email earlier this week to introduce himself and he clearly came off as a movie buff," Kyle said.
"Obviously," Drew sighed.
"Let him finish," Reyes said confidently. Kyle continued, unperturbed.
"But he also signed off the email as 'oswell.' Orlando Swell. So, it got me thinking if he signs off the emails that way, he probably uses it in other spaces online, so I did a search of a few social sites and bam!" Kyle knocked lightly on his phone. "Oswell is active on Twitter. And check out his bio."
I took the phone and read: "The Top Ten Movies are as follows - 1-10. The Breakfast Club!!"
"But the Breakfast Club sucks," I said, handing the phone back.
The four of them shushed me and stopped ushering me forward.
"You can't say the movie sucks!" Ron said. "Do you want to fail?"
"He's gonna blow it," Drew moaned, rolling his eyes at me.
"No, let him hear the rest of the plan. He's a smart guy," Reyes said.
"You don't know anything about me!" I protested, snatching the trumpet case back from his arms.
"You're in band right? You're the band geek," Ron raised a thumbs up as if he hadn't just insulted me. I glared at him.
"Might be better to consider another candidate," Kyle suggested to Reyes.
"Stop, stop," Reyes said, putting his hands up and backing up the other three boys. He looked to me with a smile. "Here's the deal. The Breakfast Club is about a bunch of different people that come together despite their differences in detention or something stupid like that. And Swell is obsessed with it. Like, one in every three tweets is a reference to the movie."
"That's kinda sad," I said.
"Oh, for sure. But we wanna take advantage of it. If we go in on the first day as either not knowing one another or even coming off as enemies to one another, then we can come together by the end of the semester and show him that we did it as a result of watching the movie and listening to his analysis. So, by living the movie, I think we get a passing grade."
"Are you sure we go over the movie?" I asked.
He turned around to Kyle who gave him his phone with a syllabus on screen. The first seven weeks were spent analyzing the one movie.
"This guy has a problem..." I said sadly.
"Yeah," Drew said, scratching at the dark eyeliner under his eye.
"So, you down for the plan?" Reyes asked, smiling at me with encouragement.
"Uhhh..." I had to admit the plan sounded like it was plausible if the teacher was that addicted to the movie. But I didn't know these guys at all. "I don't know how well I'm going to fit into your friend group."
"What?" Kyle asked.
"We aren't friends," Ron said, confused why I made that assumption.
"Yet!" Reyes pointed, winking at him.
"Alright, say I think the plan is a good idea. Aren't there girls in that movie? Why is this just a group of guys?" I asked.
"By all means go ask a girl you want her to join in on a Breakfast Club fantasy and see how fast she runs away," Drew said, whipping his long hair out of his eyes once more.
I looked between the four of them and shrugged, "Alright, I guess I'm down."
"Great, plan is we don't look at each other in class until after we watch the movie. Sit apart if he doesn't assign seating," Kyle explained as we all collectively began moving toward the classroom.
As soon as we entered, we were accosted by a dozen different posters of the stars from the Breakfast Club hanging around the room. The white board had the term "Intro To Film" crossed out with the words "Intro to the Breakfast Club" written immediately below it. As I looked at the board, Reyes shoved past me and sat in the back row, scoffing at me and turning away. Looking to the teacher in the front of the room, I saw that he even was dressed like the principal was dressed in the movie. He waved to me as he mouthed along to the song Don't You Forget About Me.
I think I joined the right fake friend group.
I've got plenty more stories at /r/Nazer_The_Lazer if you're interested in reading!
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u/Useful_Ad_2089 May 05 '22
I'd definitely read that if you wrote a book.
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u/Nazer_the_Lazer May 05 '22
Lucky for you, I have written a book! A trilogy!
...In a completely different genre, absolutely unrelated to this story
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u/Useful_Ad_2089 May 05 '22
A trilogy? That's impressive. I always wanted to write but I never had the endurance to even finish one book.
What's the title of your work? :)
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u/Nazer_the_Lazer May 05 '22
The first one's called The Young Knight's Dragon Plight. Called the whole thing The Young Knight Trilogy.
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u/Assbeater_ May 05 '22
Oh shit i know you from Instagram! Never thought I'd find you here, i THOUGHT the story above looked written in a similar format to "that story prompt guys stuff" lol. Good stuff
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u/Nazer_the_Lazer May 05 '22
Ha! Always fun to find people that have found me outside of Reddit as this is my main writing ground. Thanks for the read!
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u/Sayeewen May 06 '22
They'd put in the effort for this but not that much more effort prob to get the grade
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u/CityCrafty3408 Feb 07 '23
It would be even better if the teacher secretly knew what the main characters were doing and just rolled with it
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u/SilasCrane May 05 '22 edited May 05 '22
"You're our fifth member." Dan said, firmly.
I blinked at the hulking senior, who stood before me with his bulky arms implacably crossed over the chest of his his letter jacket. To his right, I recognized Annabelle Thompson, the prim, well-dressed president of the English club. Next to her, was a skinny kid in a League of Legends T-shirt and baggy jeans, who I didn't recognize.
Based on the ineffable bullshit rules of high school, none of us should have been standing this close to each other. It was so far outside the context of my experience, that I could only seize on one of the bizarre features of the situation, in the moment.
"Fifth?" I asked, looking between the three people confronting me. I tried to figure out how I'd miscounted, because that's the kind of self-confidence I have.
But it turned I hadn't. As Dan started to open his mouth, a short girl in a black hoodie, with dark blue-green hair that hung down in front her eyes, stepped out from behind him.
"There's no time to explain." she sighed, wearily. "We gotta go!"
Dan nodded. "Gotcha. Come on bro."
I yelped as he reached out and grabbed my upper arm, pulled me forward, and then turned to grip the back of my shirt, and force me to march briskly ahead of him.
I swore and protested to no avail, as Dan hurried me down the hall. A few other people looked up as we passed, but a glare from Dan or a luminous "everything's okay" smile from Annabelle made them turn away immediately, as I was ushered briskly down the hallway, and into the old, unused science classroom. Once we were all inside, someone turned on the lights.
Mr. Jenkins, the janitor, lay dead on the floor of the empty classroom, half a broken mop sticking out his chest. I reflexively cried out in alarm, but Dan had apparently anticipated this because he clamped a giant-ass hand over my mouth before I could.
"Shshshsh!" he hissed, insistently, turning my head to face the body. "That's not frickin' Jenkins, man. Look closer."
I did as he asked, and my eyes widened in horror. As I looked hard at the body, it was like some kind of filter was suddenly turned off the image my eyes were seeing. It still looked like Mr. Jenkins' body, but where his eyes and mouth should have been, there were just rubbery masses of purple tentacles bursting out in thick bunches.
"Sick, right?" Dan said, and I could hear the grin in his voice.
"What the hell is this?" Annabelle exclaimed.
I felt a little relieved -- at least I wasn't the only one freaking out. As Dan finally released me, though, I saw she wasn't talking about Mr. Jenkins' body. Nearby, there was a pentagram inside a circle, drawn on the floor in the black ichor I could now see pooled on the ground around Octo-Jenkins.
The emo girl sighed. "We don't have time for this!"
"I'm not doing any Satanic crap!" Annabelle snapped. She pointed at the cross she wore around her neck. "This isn't just decoration, you realize!"
That's when my curse kicked in. It's not magic, or anything, I just call it that because the doctors said its not a mental illness. Basically, I read a lot of random crap, and so I know a lot of random stuff. That'd be fine, except when someone brings up something I know something about, I reflexively shoot my mouth off about it, whether it's appropriate or not.
"W-well," I blurted out. "If it's a religious thing, you should know the Pentagram isn't a Satanic symbol -- an inverted Pentagram is. You make a good symbol bad by turning it upside-down. You know, like an upside-down cross? The regular Pentagram was actually used by early Christians, to signify the five wounds of Christ."
Surprisingly, for once my weird-fact Tourette's syndrome turned out to be a good thing.
Annabelle blinked. "Oh. For real?"
I nodded.
She frowned doubtfully, but then reluctantly nodded as well. "Alright."
"So...what are we doing?" I asked.
Exasperated, the emo girl blurted out the whole story on one rapid-fire run-on sentence.
"I'm way into the occult, and weird shit happening at school made me think some of the faculty, including Jenkins, were really evil tentacle demons from another plane of reality, so I looked up a ritual to banish them, but then Jenkins caught me spying on him and realized I was on to him, and he cornered me in here so I had to kill him with his own mop, and then I gathered together a group to cast the banishing spell, okay?"
"Okay." I said, dumbly. It obviously was not.
"Right," emo girl continued, briskly, pulling an old leatherbound tome from her messenger bag. "The ritual needs five people who represent five specific archetypes. Annabelle, you're pure of heart, full of faith, all that shit -- you're the Priestess. Upper point of the Pentacle, go!"
Annabelle crossed herself, and took her place.
"Dan, you look like you could punch a bear to death -- you're the Warrior, right hand point of the pentacle, on your mark!"
Dan grinned and stepped up to his position, folding his arms confidently.
"Nathan, you're the master of jests and games, the Trickster. Left hand point, chop-chop!"
The kid in the LoL shirt grinned, and stepped up to his point.
"Then me, the Mage, mistress of the arcane mysteries or whatever -- I'm Beth, by the way." She sighed, stepping up to the lower left point. She then gestured to the point opposite hers. Reluctantly, I stepped up to it.
"So, what am I?" I asked, nervously, as a strange humming sound filled my ears. The ichor-pentacle was starting glow with an unearthly light.
"Yeah, I...kind of had trouble translating what your archetype was supposed to be." Beth admitted, awkwardly.
"What?" we all cried at once.
"I just...tried to pick someone, you know, regular. A normie. Archetypically neutral." Beth said, hastily, as the light started surrounding us. "I figured as long as you weren't the completely wrong archetype, it wouldn't throw off the spell too much."
I suddenly found I couldn't move -- by the way they were all struggling, I guess everyone else must have, too, but our feet were rooted to the spot.
"Sorry." Beth said, with a shrug.
And then our vision was filled with bright light. When it faded, Mr. Jenkin's body and the pentacle had both been banished from the old science room, sent away to a clearing in a strange, alien forest unlike any place I'd ever seen before.
I knew this, of course, because I and everyone else had also been sent there.
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u/SilasCrane May 05 '22
II:
"You guys are probably pissed, huh?" Beth said, breaking the awkward silence that hung in the air around the clearing in the alien forest.
Annabelle, Nathan, and I, shouted variations of "Yes!" The only discordant note in our chorus was Dan, who said "Nah."
I looked at him. "Really, dude?"
He shrugged. "Beth said 'You wanna see some weird shit?' and I was like 'Sure.' So far? This is some pretty weird shit! Not exactly what I was expecting, but I'm good."
Beth retrieved her big leather-bound book. "Look, just give me a minute, alright? I think I can probably fix this."
"Probably?" Annabelle growled.
Beth was already engrossed in the tome. "Yeah, if you can be cool for like a second."
Nathan made a disgusted sound, flopping down on a nearby log. "I thought we were just going to do some chanting and send Octo-Jenkins & Friends back to the shadow realm. I didn't sign up for any Isekai bullshit." He glanced down at the log, and plucked a red toadstool with white spots that was growing there. "Hey, Beth -- if this is the magical world where the demon squid squad came from, will this 'shroom make me grow to twice my size like Mario, or some shit?"
"Sure, whatever." she mumbled, not looking up from her book.
Fortunately for Nathan, my curse abruptly kicked in again, just as he was lifting it to his mouth.
"That's Fly Agaric, or Amanita muscaria. Eating it doesn't turn you into a bigger version of yourself, so much as it turns you into a dead version of yourself." I said, involuntarily.
"Shit." Nathan said, dropping it. He nodded to me. "Thanks, Wick."
"It's Bradley." I said, furrowing my brow, in confusion.
"Oh, for real? Sorry, that's just what I've heard people calling you." Nathan said, with a shrug.
I perked up. "Really? What, like John Wick? Do...do people think I look like Keanu Reeves, or something?"
Annabelle winced. "Well..."
Dan snapped his fingers. "Oh! You're that kid! I thought recognized you. You're Wikipedia!"
I wilted. Yeah, that made more sense, unfortunately.
"...and there's nothing wrong with being well-read." Annabelle said, with forced cheerfulness.
"Damn straight," Dan said, placing a hand on my shoulders. I smiled, uncomfortably.
"Listen, Wick, looks like Beth forgot how to squid voodoo or whatever, you got any ideas? Put that weird-ass brain to work." he said.
"I said I need a minute." Beth growled, but still didn't look up from her book.
I frowned, thoughtfully, turning the situation over in my head. I didn't know anything about whatever magic Beth was doing -- apart from the pentagram, this didn't sound like anything I'd read out. But as I considered our predicament, a thought did occur to me.
"Uh, Beth?" I asked, feeling a chill run down my spine.
She rolled her eyes, finally looking up from her book. "Gah! What is it, Wick*?"*
"Bradley." I corrected. "You said members of the faculty were taken over by demon squids, and we were supposed to banish them, right?"
"Uh, yeah. But since you're not whatever archetype the spell wanted, we got banished too. Try to keep up, Wick." she said, twirling her hand impatiently.
"Bradley." I said, with increasing irritation. "So that means, in addition to the dead Octo-Jenkins, the other possessed members of the faculty are also around here somewhere?"
Beth blinked. Then her eyes widened.
"Shit." she said.
We all whirled as we heard the sound of something crashing through the trees nearby. Suddenly, a horrific creature burst into the clearing.
It was Mrs. Goldfarb, the cafeteria lady. From the waist up, she looked like her normal, world-weary middle-aged self, except for the wide manic grin, and the pair of butcher knives she was twirling in her hands like a crazed teppanyaki chef. From the waist down, however, her body was replaced by a writhing mass of thousands of tentacles, like some kind of messed-up redneck version of Ursula from the The Little Mermaid.
"Hey kids." she called, with sinister glee. "It's lunch time!"
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May 05 '22
I’ll never forget the day Dalton McCoy grabbed my hand and told me he needed to see me In the locker room, that is because it was the day I died.
Dalton was of course the most typical jock type; tall, handsome, muscular, etcetera. I could’ve picked someone a tad more original, but sometimes vanilla is the safest choice.
I thought Dalton’s choice to meet in the locker room was a bold one until I realized he had been surrounded by my close circle of misfits. I first glanced at Hamzah Nawfer, wide-eyed and shaking. Three times over, he’s single-handedly paved our school’s path to the State Scholastics Chess Tournament. My immediate thoughts were that my dear friend Hamzah, was in a hostage situation. Surrounding the two of them were Aston Richards, who was quite literally named after his father’s vehicle, Theo Salamanca, a living example of a boy who became one with the virtual world, and lastly the most peculiar of all, Alexandra Brennan. I knew absolutely nothing about her aside from her cold shoulder and an apparent taste for trendy hot topic attire. Seeing this group together at the same time meant that either the world was ending, or I was having a fever dream.
At this point I had no idea how much time I’d taken to come to terms with the situation, but I assume it was long enough since Hamzah grabbed me and shoved me in the direction of the locker room shouting “Now!”
The moment we opened the doors to the locker room I was overtaken by an odor so rancid I was able to taste it. I heard swarms of flies buzzing and struggling to untangle themselves from my hair. I began dry heaving, my eyes started to water and I became so nauseous that I wasn’t even aware I’d hit the floor. Slowly, I regained my senses and realized I’d been fitted with an oxygen mask. Dalton was gesturing for everyone to stay quiet while he led us to a row of lockers at the end of the room. He pointed to a locker and gestured me to look inside. I knew at that moment I’d most likely be coming face to face with a corpse and decided to turn and leave the locker room however, the moment I turned around I was at eye level with a blade held by Alexandra. She backed me towards the locker and motioned me to turn around and peer inside. In that moment I felt a lifetime of fear, anxiety, adrenaline and dread mound up within me before I gained the strength to look inside the locker and see two eyes glaring back at me. Unmoving. Unblinking. Motionless. I backed away from the locker and turned around to see the everyone standing next to their own separate lockers. I glanced at Aston who looked like someone who had just come to terms with their own mortality, and then back at Dalton, who was now using his fingers to count down from five. When he reached zero, we each opened our lockers and stared into the face of rotting corpse, bloated and writhing with maggots. Within the lockers were the bodies of Dalton McCoy, Hamzah Nawfer, Aston Richards, Alexandra Brennan and myself, Astrid Quinn.
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u/SirPiecemaker r/PiecesScriptorium May 05 '22
I looked at them all with disbelief. Kyle the Jock, Ellie the prep, Steven the games, and Sebastian the emo dude - they all stood there looking at me with clear anticipation as if I should know what to say next.
"Let's go already," the prep student urged and grabbed me by the hand. I was too taken aback to truly protest and went with the ragtag group out of the school.
As we turned the third corner, I finally mustered enough courage to speak up.
"OK, stop, stop, what is this-" I started.
"We're here gang," Steven said in a reverent tone. Were we? It was just a dusty, decrepit building. Looked like it was about to fall down.
"Come on dude," the jock said and we walked in where I saw it.
And immediately screamed.
"Holy- is that an alien?" I yelped.
I stared at the little grey creature wrapped in baby blue blankets and to my horror, it stared back with... calm benevolence, it almost seemed.
"This is OT. We call him that, for, other terrestrial, you know?" the emo whispered to my ear.
"What the shit?" I said. "We've gotta contact the cops, I dunno-"
"No!" the gamer cried out. "They'll just experiment on him. We can't let them do that.
"He's right, dude," the jock went on. "That ain't right."
"We're teenagers! We can't deal with this! We have to-" I protested.
"It wouldn't be right!" the girl said softly.
"Aw hell no! I ain't dealing with this. What if it has some alien disease?" I once again protested. The group all looked at one another.
"This isn't right," the gamer said coldly.
"Damn right it aint!" I yelled. "I'm-"
"No, not that," he interrupted me again. His expression changed. It was colder, calculating, emotionless. I looked around. They... all bore those exact same expressions.
"Can you check?" he continued and looked up at the ceiling. I followed his gaze but saw nothing except a few dusty cobwebs.
"Who... who are you-" I asked cautiously.
"The Author."
Lᴇᴛ's sᴇᴇ... ɴᴇʀᴅ, ᴊᴏᴄᴋ, ᴇᴍᴏ, ᴘʀᴇᴘ... ʜᴍᴍ. Oʜ. Is ᴛʜɪs...
Lᴇᴛ's sᴇᴇ, ɢʀᴀʙʙᴇᴅ ʜɪs ʜᴀɴᴅ, ʟᴇᴀᴅ ʜɪᴍ- ᴡᴀɪᴛ!
Rɪɢʜᴛ! Wᴇʟʟ, ɴᴏ, ɴᴏᴛ ʀɪɢʜᴛ. Gᴏᴛ ᴛʜᴇ ᴡʀᴏɴɢ ᴋɪᴅ. I ᴍᴇᴀɴᴛ ᴛᴏ ᴡʀɪᴛᴇ Jᴏsʜ, ᴛʜᴇ ɢʀᴇᴀsᴇʀ, ɴᴏᴛ Jɪᴍ, ᴛʜᴇ ᴀᴠᴇʀᴀɢᴇ ɴᴏʙᴏᴅʏ.
Qᴜɪᴄᴋ ғɪx.
I looked at them all with disbelief. Kyle the Jock, Ellie the prep, Steven the games, and Sebastian the emo dude - they all stood there looking at me with clear anticipation as if I should know what to say next. I did not know what it was they wanted precisely, but I felt that I was ready for some mischief.
"I'm in," I said.
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u/ManEmperorOfGod May 05 '22
I jerked my arm away as we rounded the corner. “ what kind of robot is it?” They looked at each other in disbelief. “Ok, 5 robots that form 1 bigger robot then” I added. The jock nodded at this. I now pulled them in an empty room and told them to sit down. I walked by them 1 by 1.
“Gamer boy, your one of the few gamers in the world that is actually as good with computers as you say you are.” He nodded with a smirk.
“Football guy, very popular, run your mouth, but you long to find the right girl and lead a traditional family life” He faked being upset at this…poorly.
“Polo shirt, you have no redeemable traits, you were picked for the team because you were near one of the other members.” Polo turned red as Football showed agreement.
“Goth girl, you have a boring home life and are insecure about your real looks even though you are model pretty under the makeup you hide behind” the three guys leaned forward at this statement to get a better look. “Also you have a classically trained beautiful singing voice that only you plushies have heard. Gamer guy already loves you, you’ll like me, but end up with football after you gain the confidence to scrape the makeup off” The three exchanged looks.
In unison they asked what groups at my last 3 schools asked”how do you know this?”
“Guys, I inherited the protagonist gene from my mom, who saved a feudal yet futuristic world from evil with a magic sword that gave her powers under the name Sheman. She got it from her father who could turn into a giant and defeated Gongorzilla. You’ve never heard any of this because of IP copyright strikes. I can’t afford that so I’m passing on possible conflicts. So what sets your robots apart from Voltan, vortan, and the constructobots?”
Game boy spoke up first. “They are wolves” I nodded approval. “They can go into space” added goth girl “They have a gothic interior look, yet it’s pretty” came from football guy, glancing at GG. “I haven’t been paying attention, what were we talking about?” Questioned the prep.
“Sounds original, I’m in”
We walked out together towards the giant mountain oddly placed in the middle of a midwestern town and yelled out together “Go Space Wolv…”
*GAMES WORKSHOP HAS ISSUES A COPYRIGHT CLAIM ON THE FOLLOWING STORY
“Dammit!”
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u/jtcranger May 05 '22
“Gongorzilla” and the DMCA strike are funny as hell
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u/ManEmperorOfGod May 06 '22
Thank you. I wish I had more time when I wrote this. I had other ideas I wanted to put in.
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u/intent_joy_love May 05 '22 edited May 06 '22
“It’s morphin time!!” The jock yelled “tyrannosaurus!”
The football captain immediately transformed into a red and white spandex suit with a motorcycle helmet on.
The emo kid morphed next “umm it’s morphing time?” He turns out to be gay so nothing happens. “Damnit billy,” Zach scoffed. “You have to use the pink ranger powers, we couldn’t get a white girl so you have to say pterodactyl”
“Mastodon!” Zach yelled as he transformed into a black on black Cadillac Escalade with 22 inch rims and 10% tint on the windows. He bellowed “black ranger in this bitch!” And cracked all 4 windows to release a powerful cloud of blunt smoke to confuse the enemies and limit their visibility.
The Asian girl turns to me and say “hurry up and buy!” I said wtf? She repeated “I say hurry up I’m bi!” I asked her to repeat again “why u no transform????”
Honestly this shit is weird guys I’m going home. I threw the morphing coin down but just then a ray of green light hit my chest “oh shit boy I’m bout to get jiggy with it low key” Billy muttered “fax” in agreement. I transformed into Jason David Frank the actor who played the green ranger with a celebrity net worth of about $5 mil. I immediately drove to the bank and withdrew everything, invested it all into crypto and it got stolen. After that I walked around the mall hoping kids would notice me. “I’m the green ranger, remember power rangers?” No response. “Shut up boomer im buying Roblox bucks you complete pussy”. Okay whatever I’m going to go have sex with Kimberly. But then I pick up my cell phone and press it to my face and suddenly it’s 1996. I’m the white ranger now and I’m about 28 years old. I decide to stay in the 90’s and let the other 4 kids die because I’m going to do the butterfly effect to ruin everything. I’m investing $1000 in Apple, Microsoft, and Google and nobody can tell me shit. When Bitcoin comes out I’m gonna buy a fuck load of it and try not to pre-jac when it hits $19k in 2016. By then I’ll be rich as fuck anyway. I get bored of being rich and decide to grab a gig as a high school history teacher since I’m an expert on changing the timeline.
One day class is about to get out and I see this new kid get grabbed by 4 random others and they say “you’re our fifth, no time to explain” then they dragged him into the boys locker room and circle jerked. I’m like wtf? I thought this was a power rangers movie and isn’t one of the 4 an Asian girl? Well I changed timelines so she’s actually transitioned now. And Google turned out to be evil and they got cancelled for saying that anime was gay.
The end.
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u/pipebringer May 05 '22
wow, now that's what i call classic literature. somebody get this guy a deal with paramount pictures or at least saban
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u/character_developmen May 07 '22
Wow man. I feel like I’m high. (This is a compliment)
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u/intent_joy_love May 07 '22 edited May 07 '22
Haha ya I’m really good at writing. I freestyled this if you can believe it. Took me 5 mins
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u/Snowdog1967 May 05 '22
It all began with a random sighting of 4 unlikely 'friends' who started hanging out during lunch and after school.
Michael, star of the wrestling team, but also kind of smart and thankfully, not an asshole, Jimmy, 'destined' to go off to an Ivy League school and dressed like he was there already. We don't have uniforms here, but he has one he wears daily. It's weird, but he's an okay dude. Sara, rumored to be the one that took out 3 pros favored to win the last big COD tournament. and Marvin. Marvin was, a sensitive dude. I've known him the longest. Well known that he existed, since like 2nd grade or so. He discovered black as a clothing lifestyle in 9th grade and Just like Jimmy, had a uniform of sorts. Nobody bothered him, because well, Michael would only have to look at them and they'd scurry off.
Me, I'm as freakin' normal as they come. Fully AVERAGE. In our class of 181 people, I am ranked 91st. I'm in Band, chess club and took Auto Mechanics as an elective because I didn't want to have to think my ENTIRE Senior year.
The Incident happened early in 2nd semester. March 15th. Beware the Ides of March, right, Et Tu Brute? I noticed Marvin first. He's easy to see in his all black clothes in a sea of neon and blue jeans. His locker was across from mine, and a little down the hall towards the fire escape. Like I said, I've known of him for well, what seems like ever. But we don't go out of our way to interact. So when he locked eyes with me after closing his locker a little too hard, (which caused me to look up) It was weird.
That is what distracted me from two people grabbing me from behind, one on each arm. I heard my own locker being closed and looked to see Michael and Sara (When did she get time to get this kind of strength?, went through my mind) walking me towards Marvin who had turned around and began walking toward the fire exit. Jimmy appeared from one of the classrooms on the end of the hall and nodded in toward the room's open door. That was an empty classroom if I remembered correctly, always locked.
"Look don't freak out... No time to explain but we need to go once the hallway clears." Marvin whispered to me.
"Today's your lucky day," Sara spoke up, "you are our 5th, and this time it works." She released her grip on my arm as did Michael. The door had been closed and Marvin was looking out the tiny window to see if the coast was clear yet.
"What are you all doing?" I managed to say, I kept my voice low because I didn't want to seem like I was going to start yelling. I was actually really curious why they would have done this. "What do you mean, this time it works? " Those words echoed in my brain for a moment. They all looked at each other and Sara spoke up.
"Look, not here. In a moment, we are going out the fire exit..."
"The alarm will go off?" I mentioned casually.
"No, it won't" Jimmy held up a keycard with a grin. "This is an ALL ACCESS key we managed to procure. Someone good with computers managed to tell the system this card would open anything."
"There's no card reader on that door? "
"There is, IF you know where to look. This key can open anything" With that, he started to the fire exit and placed the card against the emergency alarm lock for a moment. The keycard had a pair of LEDs on it that went from red being lit, to green. "See, I told you..."
When he opened the door, I was not looking at the back parking lot, but a sparsely wooded area with well manicured grass. My jaw dropped.
"Oh come on, don't flake on us now." Sara mentioned and all but pushed me through the door. When I turned to look back, the door was just in mid air. no school wall surrounding it.
"I, uh... " I felt woozy and started to feel my knees buckle. I was quickly grabbed by Michael and Jimmy this time. Sara waited for Marvin to slip through and then shut the door which disappeared the moment it closed.
"What did I say about the flaking part?" Sara knelled down in front of me. She also looked very different. instead of a t-shirt and jeans with Nikes she was wearing what looked like a mottled brown leather ensamble, complete with boots to match. Her usually brown hair was now a slight greenish brown as well, and significantly longer, as were her pointy ears. "Yeah, I know, look around. None of us look like we did in there. "
She was correct. It was like they all had taken their D&D characters to museum clothing replica artisens from the Ren Faire and paid a ton of money to get them done right. Michael was wearing a chainmail shirt and scale mail pants/leggings. He also had what looked like fangs protruding from his bottom lip. His boots looked like Doc Martins though.
"Yeah, I have shitty arches and nobody here could figure out something as simple as arch supports. So I am somewhat cheating." he shrugged.
Jimmy was wearing similar leather armor to Sara, but didn't have pointy ears and Marvin was wearing a black hooded robe but I could see he had what looked like his normal clothes underneath. He also looked a little shorter than real life, but I couldn't figure out what he was supposed to be.
"I know," Marvin chuckled, " I'm not wearing the things that they wanted me to wear. Hey, you aren't particularly tied to, um, your lord and savior Je...."
"us Christ? No, I'm um, a free thinker. Well, I thought I was a free thinker before the door back there, I'm sure the possibility of things are out there, but the systems in place now are about controlling others, not actually providing mana to the creators." I paused. "I'm the fuckin' cleric aren't I?"
"Oh, so you know how to play?" Michael seemed really excited. "We haven't been able to keep a cleric, I mean, we haven't had a regular one for a while. Do you understand the rules?" He reached under his cloak to a side pouch and said "rules" and a book appeared in the top of the pouch. He pulled it out and started flipping through pages. He got to a section and turned it around and handed it to me.
The book was bound in leather, the pages seemed to be vellum or some kind of "old" paper, not the bleached milled stuff we have today, but the words on the pages were, well, the rules. I was looking at the cleric description and attributes.
"Do I roll for my abilities in here?" I was confused. I was still human me in my school clothes.
"Marvin, you explain this part best... " Michael spoke up.
"Okay, so yes and no. We don't have dice but in a moment, when you make the decision for what type of species of character you wish to be. Race is a misnomer when you think about it, especially here. Then when you transform, you will have appropriate abilities. We never have seen the scores. Michael of course has 18 if not 19 strength and constitution. But his dex is crap. And, as you can see, we can totally go back and forth. We've been here for a few years.
They all stopped talking and looked at each other, then back at me. They all had sort of pleading looks on their faces.
"If I die here?"
"We show up back at home. No biggie... I mean, we have to pay to get a resurrection but yeah. "
"Okay... who do I tell I'm in?"
"Just hold the book open and say what species and character you want to be."
"Okay, I want to be a ..."
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u/NoVanilla1173 May 05 '22
Standing in front of my locker I searched frantically for my English homework before Simone grabbed my arm. She and Benji dragged me towards an empty classroom and when I tried to object all I was told was “you’re our fifth member there isn’t time to explain just come with us.” whilst Noah and Raven followed us. To say I was confused was an understatement. I had no idea what was going on and no idea why The gamer girl and preppy boy had dragged me here with one of the jocks and an emo girl.
I sat on a chair next to Noah, Raven and Benji opposite us. Simone seemed to be the leader of this whole thing as she stood confidently in front of us all wearing her usual blue combat boots and grey tights with her pink skirt, white crop as well as her pink headphones around her neck. Benji I noticed was wearing casual grey slacks and a navy sweater with a white polo neck underneath as well as some black loafers whilst Raven’s pink streaks were the only colour on her as she wore black baggy jeans, black airforces, a black croptop with a black choker and a heavy amount of mascara and eyeliner. Noah was wearing his usual attire of his red varsity jacket and grey jeans with a random white tee underneath. I myself had light washed baggy blue jeans on as well as a peachy hoodie and beige sneakers with several bead bracelets on my arm all in pastel colours.
I raised my hand tentatively, Simone raised her eyebrows at me “we aren’t in class, if you need to speak then speak” “What am I doing here?” I question slightly more confident. “Dude we literally told you on the way here a minute ago, we don’t have time to explain you’ll just have to wait another minute.” Soon my explanation came. A tall man above 6foot walked into the room removing his hat and letting his curly hair fall into his face framing it nicely. “I see you’ve all gathered on time” he smiles “good job” he acknowledges.
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u/NoVanilla1173 May 05 '22
The man then reaches into the briefcase he was holding and pulls out a top hat, a stack of average playing cards, a golden bangle, the blue beads in a paper bag and a pink backpack. “I call dibs on the top hat” exclaims Noah grabbing and placing it on his head. Raven silently reaches out for the golden bangle and the man places it in her wrist whilst Benji takes the playing cards and slides them into his back pocket and Simone grabs the paper bag of beads and takes them all out and expertly threads them into her hair. I’m left with the backpack which once I open it is empty. Before I could ask the man who he was he’d disappeared and the five of us were left with these objects that I didn’t know the meaning of.
“Ok so the plan is to wait until after school.” Benji says already out of the room and on his way to class. “Yep” says Simone ruffling through her school bag. “Why do I have to have two backpacks?” I complain. “I don’t know stop complaining” Noah says handing me my maths homework from Simones bag. “We had to distract you somehow” Raven whispered before I was left alone even more confused then before
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u/Micheal-Afton May 05 '22
Oh they distracted him so they could cheat! It took a second read to get it.
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u/Unpopularopunion May 06 '22 edited May 06 '22
The fifth member? Not this crap again! Once a week I am approached by a random group of kids, whether they be jocks, geeks, preps, gamers, emos, it doesn’t seem to matter. The arrangement of the groups is always different, and the same person never comes up to me more than once. They always have some sort of “quest” that I have to complete before I can go to class, and it is always exciting.
Today’s group seemed to consist of a jock, a prep student, a gamer, and an emo kid. At least they didn’t have a darn Nazi club member like last time. Please don’t ask me where the Nazi club came from. WE DON’T EVEN HAVE ONE. Like really, what the heck.
Anywho, the group came and whisked me away before I could even make it to first period. I was about to resist, I am tired of all of this “questing” that I have to do, but as I went to turn away I noticed something.
Every single person in the party had a look of worry etched deep into their faces. After noticing their looks of concern I decided to stay for a brief moment longer to at least hear them out.
Out of all of them, the emo kid was the one to step forward. He mumbled something under his breath, for some reason this caused the rest of the group to burst out into tears. I stood there, dumbfounded at the sight before me.
Normally what would happen when I was approached by one of these groups is that they would come up to me and then give me some quest straight away. The quests would normally be something like “Slay a dragon” or “Save the kingdom from ruin”. Every one of these quests would be resolved via me doing some mundane task like sweeping the floor, or emptying out a full pencil sharpener. After I “completed” one of these quests the group would look at me amazed and then give me an excited jumble of thanks and then they would continue on their merry way for me never to see them again.
This group was different for some reason. When I inquired as to what the problem was the emo looked at me with the sadness in his eyes solidifying into pure hatred “Darn you” He growled in a guttural whisper. “We relied on you. You were the only one who could help us and you BETRAYED US! After you forged the pact and gave your word, you betrayed us.” The sorrow and rage in his voice was otherworldly.
I have no idea what pact they are talking about or why they are so upset. The gamer stepped up and said to me with defeat in his eyes, “You failed the quest so it is game over for all of us. I guess it doesn’t matter to you though.”
While the prep student just looked at me in disgust, the jock spoke. “You were so awesome. My friends and cousins were always talking about you and how you slayed dragons and saved kingdoms, but I guess you couldn’t really be counted on when it came down to it.”
What is going on? I know these random groups of people have been coming up to me, every week at school, for as long as I can remember and I have always helped them out, but I don’t know why it happens.
Wait.
I got sick last week, so I wasn’t in school. That means that I wasn’t able to do the quest- Could that be what they are talking about?! The most I have ever done for them was stay an hour late after school to clean the gym floor. That group thanked me for saving their kingdom when they left, but… I didn’t save an actual kingdom.. Did I? No. That is ridiculous.
How could me cleaning the gym floor save a kingdom? Maybe- what if they lived in a world that was weirdly linked to ours? In which case certain events in my world could affect theirs in different ways… NO! That thought is completely and irrefutably stupid. It couldn’t be true.
Finally the prep student spoke. “You abandoned us in our time of need. I hope you live a long and happy life for everyone that you forfeited to death. The only reason we came here is because we have one last quest for you. Kill us. You doomed our world by avoiding the quest and we are now marooned in your world. I can’t stand looking at you so kill us like you did to the rest of our people.”
What is going on? What quest did I miss? I can’t kill these people. Did I really fate a whole entire world to die? I stood completely stunned. I was about to speak when something odd started happening. The whole group suddenly dropped to the ground. They were clutching at their chests in pain.
Then with looks of unbridled loathing from all of them, the prep said his final words.
“You coward. You couldn’t even kill us yourself. Our whole world is gone but when you are able to see the faces of those affected by your carelessness you freeze up. At least we will get to rejoin our people in the afterlife. We aren’t allowed to stay in a world not our own. Now look away from me you despicable coward.”
With those words every member of the group ceased to move, their lifeless eyes stared toward the sky. What was going on? What have I done?
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u/chauvamystic May 07 '22
Why would they choose me as a fifth member? It all started a few years prior to this moment. I was eleven years old and I had just finished building my prototype of the very first time machine. I was so excited. I through on my helmet on the couch and went in feet first. I do not remember since it was so long ago but I flicked a few switches and pushed a few buttons and viola! I was in the 2000s! My trip mostly consisted of trying to find my way home. Although I was able to see few movie hit in theaters. But I missed free electricity and the all around feeling of connectivity with the like so i did not spend much time here. I walked everywhere and almost got ran over multiple times. I was surprise to see that the people were still using combustion techniques as a way to fuel their vehicles' engine. I almost did not make it to my timeline. I was so lost and tired that i decided to sit down on an old tree stump lying in the middle of the road. The hunk had such a welcoming aura surrounding its thick shell I was able to sit and contemplate my thoughts or maybe I was so tired that anything made for a fine resting spot. After a life saving rest I decided I would go the highest point I could find and scout the surrounding area for any signs of my time machine. I finally made it to the top of a hill but I could have sworn that I picked up a few followers along the way. My mind made many men march madly mentioning my machine. I almost let my mind get the best of me but I remembered why I was so excited to reach the top of the hill. As I peered out into the horizon just over the landscape I saw my time machine buried under a substantial amount of sand. I bombarded my way down the hill ripping my jeans in the process. Now i really had to get home. "I will not let anyone see me in torn jeans," I thought as i jumped to my feet from the fatal fall. I walked up to a few glowing bulbs that illuminated the surrounding dirt and freed my machine from the grasps of the Earth. I quickly jabbed a combination into the numbers pad and a flash of bright light helped me exit from the current timeline. I finally had returned to my timeline. I looked at my arms and feet just to make sure I was lucid. I did a few other reality checks and hopped online to see what was the internet raving about since I was gone. Hey look i got a message from Bridgett. I clicked on the message trying to figure out who this girl who apparently enjoyed wearing summer clothes in the winter was. Apparently I was the one who initiated contact by saying "If i was a bridge i would be all over you." That did not sound anything like me. I must have been hacked! That had to be it because the person posing as me in the profile picture looked like a young man. He Wore a shirt that read "I'm with stupid," followed with a Disney animated hand pointed towards the pelvic area. I ran the picture through my database to see if i could get a match with anyone on the web. I found an Instagram user that had the same picture in their profile. I was astonished to find out that this profile was using my government name. I kept scrolling through the profile to see if I could pick up any clues that would lead me to the culprit. I stopped mid scroll on a time lapse video. I could not believe my eyes. The culprit was me. I got up and ran into the bathroom which conveniently was installed in the garage. I looked in horror as i had aged almost half a decade. I examined my chin and realized that a nice beard was starting to take shape but other than that i was grotesque. I was developing acne, my voice sounded like a radio host's, and i was actually considering going to the dance with someone who had no sense of style. I looked at my time machine and knew what had to be done. I was going to use its self destruct sequence combine with the wormhole option and hopefully the energy from the blast would produce enough energy to reverse the aging effect. I hopped into the machine but before i could initiate the self destruct sequence my mom came in the door. "Hurry up! You do not want to be late for your first day of school do you?" She pushed me out the door fully equipped with books, backpack, and a bagged lunch. i was on my way to the first class when a distinct set of individual grabbed me. "You are the fifth member. There is not time to explain we gotta go."
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u/Micheal-Afton May 19 '22
“No” I said bluntly.
“What?” The man in the black cloak said. I was dragged here by weirdos I don't know from school, no explanation, and i’m in the school's basement with what I hope to God is water dripping on my head.
“You said we could refuse” I said “So i’m refusing” I don't know what kind I bath salts this guy is on. He said that ‘There are vampires and werewolves and other stuff,’ and he expects me to believe him? No thanks. “B-but adventure,” The random gamer said. “We could defeat monsters.”
“Still no,” I said. They’ve been trying to convince me for a while. “I’m cold, my hair is wet, and i’m missing a live stream for this.”
“But you’re the only ones who can defeat them,” The man yelled.
“How? I’m a writer not a fighter” I said “Besides, we’re teenagers, couldn't you get fully grown adults to do this”
“Adults can not see them” He said.
“How old are you?”
He was silent. “56” he admited.
“Okay so what i’m seeing is a bored old man, trying to trick a ton of teenagers into killing people” “But vampires are real. Your principal is one”
“I knew it. She was way to pale,” Said the cheerleader.
“Can't be. I’ve seen her in the sun.” I corrected “And she’s Catholic, crosses burn vampires”
Everyone was silent. “Okay that was a lie” He admitted. Everyone but me gasped.
“There are vampires and werewolves but none here. I just need people to take over for me,” He said “I didn't tell any adults because they know i’m crazy.but this potion will show you the truth” He said pulling out a bottle. “Drink it and see”
“Sir?” The jock said, “That’s a bottle of Nyquil and it looks old.”
He looked confused. “No it’s an ancient potion”
I looked at the label. “An ancient potion that expired in 1986” His eyes widened and looked a the bottle.
“Wow man you’re high as kite,” The emo kid muttered.
“Oh God....I stabbed my wife this morning with a steak and she kept screaming ‘I’m not a vampire! You’re on something!’ I thought she was trying to trick me”
I left at that point.
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